In the surrounding areas of Jiange, the sky shook and the earth shook.
A huge mushroom cloud loomed over everyone's heads.
Deep in the valley, all the birds and animals were frightened and roared in fear.
Everyone present was terrified.
No one knows what happened just now.
It wasn't until the billowing smoke and dust dissipated that everyone was shocked to see that the iron cable bridge connecting the Jiange Pavilion was gone.
"Why was the chain bridge destroyed?"
"What's going on? Is this a natural disaster?"
"Did someone offend the gods?"
Everyone's faces were pale and terrified.
Some people even thought that they had offended the gods and caused natural disasters.
After all, no one would believe that this chain bridge that had stood for thousands of years was actually broken by Qin Mo.
"The power of stars? That boy actually condensed the power of stars?"
Wang Qiuming's eyes widened and he screamed.
The power of the stars is hidden in the nine-sky galaxy.
Not to mention the innate stage, even Tongxuan monks would find it difficult to activate the power of the stars.
Unless you have cultivated some magical power and moved the general trend of the world.
Only with this momentum can we harness the power of the stars.
Fulong Sect has countless magical powers, and the only one that can harness the power of the stars is the Luan Xing Fist.
"Gathering the power of the stars? Is it the Chaotic Star Fist?"
Someone exclaimed.
"Chaotic Star Fist? One of the eight skills of Fulong?"
"The threshold for practicing Luan Xing Fist is extremely high. For thousands of years, no one in the Fulong Sect has dared to touch this magical power. How can this kid master it?"
"Isn't it possible? It must be an illusion."
Many Nangong family disciples shook their heads, not believing this fact at all.
But one thing they couldn't deny was Qin Mo's strength.
Nangong Jie, whom they were unanimously optimistic about, was defeated by Qin Mo in seconds.
No matter how thick-skinned they are, they are too embarrassed to quibble.
"I won't be mistaken. This kid has indeed mastered the Luan Xing Fist. Who is the master behind this?"
Wang Qiuming clenched his fists, his face uncertain.
Naturally, he would not believe that Qin Mo practiced the Luan Xing Fist on his own.
It is impossible for a mere young man to comprehend Luan Xing Fist.
Because he has also practiced Luan Xing Fist, he knows how difficult it is to practice this magical power.
"The Luan Xing Fist has no moves at all, but he was able to figure out a move called 'Kuixing Kick Fight'. If it wasn't for the guidance of an expert, I wouldn't believe he could be beaten to death."
Wang Qiuming's eyes flickered, and he was extremely jealous.
But at the same time, he was a little more vigilant.
According to his guess, Qin Mo's ability to practice Luan Xing Fist was due to the guidance of a certain expert.
Then this master must be someone he can't afford to offend.
If Qin Mo had a strong background, would he still dare to act recklessly?
It's certainly not worth it to offend an expert just to save face.
Wang Qiuming has been in Fulong Sect for so many years, but this pattern still exists.
After this battle, he probably wouldn't dare to make things difficult for Qin Mo easily.
On the contrary, Nangong Li, who was watching the battle secretly, had an extremely cold face, as if he and Qin Mo had a grudge against his father.
"In the Nangong family, someone actually practiced Luan Xing Fist before me. Damn it!"
Nangong Li gritted his teeth and crushed the folding fan in his hand.
His father is the core elder of the Nangong family. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was born superior.
From childhood to adulthood, he has been one of the most dazzling geniuses in his family.
In terms of talent and spiritual roots, he is worthy of anyone.
Whatever magical power he wants to practice, he can definitely achieve it.
For example, among the eight skills of Fulong, the Void Sword Body, Cold Jade Hands, etc. cannot defeat him.
Only the Luan Xing Fist became a stain on his training career.
Nangong Li once swore in public that within ten years, he would master Luan Xing Fist and shock the entire clan.
People in the Nangong family also believe that he will be the first disciple to master Luan Xing Fist.
But he never expected that the magical skill he had been pursuing so hard to achieve would be mastered by a foreign disciple.
It was like a loud slap on his face.
How ridiculous does the oath he once made seem so ridiculous now?
"In the Nangong family, only I, Nangong Li, can practice Luan Xing Fist. You are such an eyesore."
A trace of killing intent flashed in Nangong Li's eyes.
but.
He didn't take action on the spot.
Nangong Li is a very calm and rational person.
If he participates in the battle of Jiange, he will be lowering himself.
If you want to suppress Qin Mo, there are plenty of opportunities.
For example, the sword teaching conference is an excellent occasion.
"I want to take back what I said before. In addition to Yu Tianzheng from the Sword Alliance, this guy is also qualified to be my opponent."
Nangong Li gradually calmed down.
As we all know, the calm Nangong Li is the most terrifying.
Qin Mo has obviously been on his hunting list.
…
Above the sword pavilion, the atmosphere was warm.
Countless foreign disciples gave out loud cheers.
No one could believe that Qin Mo actually won three games in a row and beat the disciples of the Nangong family.
From Nangong Jin, to Nangong Li, to Nangong Jie, each opponent is stronger than the last, but their death is more miserable than the last.
The terrifying strength displayed by Qin Mo was shocking beyond measure.
"It's really crazy to kill the three major disciples of the Nangong family in a row!"
"Even Boss Yu back then was never this crazy!"
"The Sword Alliance is amazing, another fierce man has emerged!"
Everyone's eyes were intense and they were talking wildly.
At this moment, Qin Mo seemed to be covered with a layer of holy light, shining brightly.
He is simply a bright light in the darkness, dispelling the gloom in everyone's hearts and bringing hope to people.
Who said foreign disciples are as humble as dogs?
Qin Mo is also a disciple of a foreign clan, but he dares to challenge the Nangong family.
He used practical actions to tell the world that there is no so-called class that is insurmountable.
The fist is the truth!
Seeing the battle between Qin Mo, a god descending from heaven, everyone was aroused.
The way everyone looked at Qin Mo completely changed.
What started as disdain, contempt, and doubt... turned into reverence and trust!
Just like when everyone encounters something difficult, they will immediately think of Yu Tianzheng.
This kind of trust is not easily established.
This battle made Qin Mo famous!
"Next!"
Qin Mo stood in the void and looked at the disciples of the Nangong family coldly.
His gaze was like a sharp sword, with a heart-stopping edge. Wherever he looked, he was pointed by the sword's edge.
Everyone in the Nangong family was completely overwhelmed by this momentum.
Those arrogant faces were all eclipsed.
Those harsh shouts all disappeared.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to touch Qin Mo's eyes.
Seeing this scene, the foreign disciples felt extremely happy.
Who could have imagined that those arrogant Nangong family disciples would have such a useless day?
"Qin Mo, don't go too far."
Wang Qiuming couldn't stand it anymore, so he floated up and appeared in front of Qin Mo.
A huge aura enveloped the entire Jiange.
Qin Mo was suppressed by the aura, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "What? Your Nangong family disciples are not good enough, are you planning to send elders to take action?"